Diana: 4 months in the UK

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Song of the chapter: Hate That I Love You by Rihanna ft Neyo.

The days go by slower than usual. Jak was discharged several days ago, bringing some normality back into our lives. Although he has kept his distance from Michael,  much like Calum has. Since the elevator, Michael and I seem to be getting on better, which is great. I am not complaining about that, apart from our bargain. And it's really doing my head in. 

I've been "avoiding" Calum as best as I can. Well, when I'm around Michael anyway. It's just so hard because I'm so used to being around him constantly and to break that kind of habit is very hard. Especially when he wouldn't leave me alone. It's also hard when he tries to talk to me about his dilemmas at home; Mali has run away from home again and Cal's parents are sick of it because it's the third time. I do my best to listen and then return to my respected areas of the house. 

On the bright side, Jak has been eating a little more regularly. We went to the mall for some extra stationery items and ended up having lunch in the courtyard. He only ordered a small sandwich, but hey, it's a start. He's been receiving really good support from Cal and Niall, who seem to be his biggest fans. It's great to see Jak with some males because sometimes the girls tend to get a little bit too much. He gets on well with everyone, except the troubled one, Michael. 

Michael has been very cranky with me lately. It seems like everything I do is like I'm going to kill someone. No matter how many times I protest and tell him to relax a little, I get an angry and frustrated, "Whatever." And he disperses off to one of the boys. 

I don't understand him. One minute he's pleading for me to stay and the next he's acting as if he's never wanted me in his whole life. Why are boys from another planet and why are they so complicated to figure out? 

I sit and contemplate my ulterior moves in Calculus with Luke, who is looking quite content with the amount of work we have been assigned. 

"Miss Miller, you had better get a move on. I haven't seen you write a thing in the past ten minutes."

My old, weathered teacher, Mrs Feathers, orders me. She raises an eyebrow at me whilst her eyes shoot daggers. 

"Yes Miss." I pretend to do some work while she is still checking on me. Once she focuses her attention on something else, I throw my pen down onto my book in frustration. 

"Are you alright there?" Luke chuckles. 

"Oh yeah." I give a sarcastic nod to him. I glance at his book to see that he is nearly finished all 50 questions! 

"How can you understand this?! It's so hard." 

"Well I guess it helps when your mother is a Maths teacher." He shrugs his shoulders like it's no big deal. 

"Yeah, totally helps." If my mother were a math teacher, I would be on her case 24/7 so I could pass my exams. Although she would try to charge me to hire her because that's what she would do. Because she is my mother. 

"Would you like some help?" He asks politely. This boy is such a sweetheart.

"Yes please." He starts off by explaining that the equations we are working out are called Simultaneous Equations - the type I hadn't learned back home. So he then gives me a few examples and talks me through how to work them out. 

"Miss Miller and Mr Hemmings, why are you too talking? You are disrupting the learning going on." Mrs Feathers is directly behind us and doesn't look too impressed with Luke helping me. 

"Um, Luke is just helping me because I didn't get how to work them out." I subtly tell her. The class seems to be watching at the edge of their seats. Apparently she isn't a fan of talkers and everyone subconsciously know not to get on her bad side.